Strange days…

I made a deposit yesterday at the bank that’s in the grocery store. Normally I’m in my car and just drive through and avoid all contact with the tellers, but yesterday I had to pick up some food anyway, so I walked up to the bank counter and handed the tall, male bank employee my measly deposit. As he confirmed my accounting on his giant, electronic calculator, two other female employees stood to his side and discussed one of the ladies’ pregnancy. I wasn’t even listening and was jolted out of my own thoughts (which sounded something like… let’s see, should I get the lean ground turkey or the lean ground beef?) when the lady who wasn’t pregnant said to me, “Do you have a little one?” I had to think a moment how to answer, and replied, “well, I have a ten year old.” She then said, “Did she come out okay, or was she breech?” I glanced toward the towering man who was now handing back my deposit receipt and answered, “she came out……normally.” As I turned to walk away, I felt like all attention was on my va jay jay. The inquisitive lady yelled goodbye saying, “Have a GREAT day!”

Is it just me, or is that strange conversation to make in a financial environment? It’s not like I was shopping at Pottery Barn Kids. Should a bank employee really have enough free time to inquire about customer’s birth plans? Is this happening to other people out there, or was it just my facial similarity to Ricki Lake that caused her to feel so at ease questioning me on childbirth? Come on people… what’s the strangest thing a stranger has ever said to you?